Seasons

We rarely get them in California. I mean, there's wet. And dry. Aaaaaand that's about it. And really, in the past few years, we haven't even been getting a rainy season, thank you drought.

This doesn't stand well with Colleen.

I love me some seasons. I love fall with colors and crisp air and the feeling of new beginnings. I love winter with it's bitter cold and bundled jackets and scarves and strawberry hats. I love Spring with it's cherry blossoms and pink-petaled snow. I love Summer even with it's dorwning muggy heat and taditions. I miss the seasons.

But today, California pulled a surprise on me! I was doing my usual drive to school and was listening to Christmas music as I was gazing at the clouds (and cars ahead, don't worry). Then as I looked, I was thinking to myself "those don't look like rain...clouds, they look like..." and as my brow furrowed and my attention turned to the ground and hills zipping past me, I gasped and yelped-

"SNOOOOW!!!"

It NEVER snows here! Well, I mean, apparantly it does. But seriously! I believe the last time it snowed at such a low elevation was about 20 year ago. So...before I was born. Hah. Luckily, what was coming down as I was driving was just barely slush, much closer to rain, but there was snow on the hills and I couldn't help but be giddy and happy.

I, of course, called my best friend (on bluetooth) and left her quite the hilarious voicemail of excitement and giggles. She's used to my outbursts, thankfully.

So thanks, California and Northern Storm Surge! You made my day :)